WHAT IS MEANT FOR YOU WILL NEVER PASS YOU BY

Upon hearing the maxim,
I scribbled it down,
and whispered it over.

‘What is meant for you will never pass you by.’

As if by writing it,
and uttering it,
it would be so.

It is a beautiful,
and soothing,
thought.

That there is a divine rhythm.

Predetermined,
perfect,
and poetic.

In reverence to this rhythm,
and in acknowledgement of my (over)effort(ing),
I have been told,
– by teacher after teacher –
that I need to learn to yield.

To put down the paint brush,
and cede the canvas to the universe.

Yet when the stakes feel high,
– people,
place, 
purpose –
– or love, 
livelihood, 
legacy –
fear can implore control.

Fear,
– perhaps –
from knowing what it is like to row with the other end of the oar.

Paralysis, 
and passivity,
creating complicity.

A chapter where I was frozen,
while the world was in flux.

Where I was playing the lead,
but with no say on the script.

Hoping,
– hopelessly –
that the plot would twist.

In doing so,
ignoring my intuition,
rejecting nudge after nudge,
– like the ‘Parable of the Drowning Man’ –
to find myself bent out of shape,
retreating from my potential, 
sunk in the ocean.  

To find myself,
living a life that was not meant for me. 

Somewhere in the middle,
– exists a tension –
where alignment dances with serendipity.

Where an understanding of self,
a confidence of voice,
and a courage to act,
– is paired with –
finding joy in the journey,
beauty in the impermanence,
and freedom in the insignificance.

With summer building to its crescendo,
– this great season of possibility –
I wonder,
what single action could you take to allow more abundance to flow?